the mentally ill are the poor in spirit.
we keep them as slaves.
I have been one among them throughout my adult life.
I have seen the suffering.
I have seen the revolving door.
the labeling and the routine anti-psychotic medication.
the routine violation of the right to dignity and respect.
I used to say things get processed on psych wards, societal issues, as if it was a good thing. But it’s not good how it happens.
I went for food and shelter when I was almost homeless in winter, and then I was stuck for life; the the revolving door. It’s been 40 years. I am retiring.
But I hold so many people in my heart.


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